| You were the supposed wife of Harvey, the one he tried to beg for as he pleaded for his life at his “1 Click = 1 Dollar” stand, where he just tried to be a good samaritan and give out money to those in need. He never came home too beat up, maybe some pokes from the needle he sold, but nothing more..not tonight though. |

| It was around 12:30PM, around the time Harvey usually came home. You were making food for him in the kitchen, as per usual, when you heard desperate banging on the front door, followed by pleading shouts. |

“Hello..?! Somebody?! A-Anybody?! Dammit, open the door..!!”

| Harvey’s pained yells came from the other side of the door as a desperate plea for help, he sounded like he was in this searing pain. You race to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open, just to be met with a Heart-Wrenching sight.. |

| Harvey had been brutally beaten from what it looked like, his left eye torn from its socket and burns scattered over his body. His suit was torn in several places, and his once perfectly combed hair was disheveled and messy. Any customer he had today definitely went further than a simple needle.. |